She was almost successful. The fifteenth– or was it sixteenth– cycle she concentrated on not feeling anything at all. She told her body that there was no vibration between her legs. There were no electrical impulses tweaking her nipples like gentle fingers. She displayed mental strength that would have impressed ancient Buddhist monks, but The Lover’s Embrace had been programmed for such a defense.
A single, high intensity bolt of pain shot through her nipples and her clit. It was almost like being shocked after shuffling your feet across a carpet in wintertime. It wasn’t extremely painful, but it was impossible to ignore. Her mental wall toppled and the pleasurable sensations once again flooded her body and mind.
The cycles began to speed up. With her defenses destroyed, her body responded rapidly to the stimulation. To those who had arrived early for the show, it seemed like every few minutes she would scream “Nooooo!” and then dissolve into sobbing cries of “Please, please, please, let me cum.” Occasionally she would slam her body against the iron bars. The clanging could be heard throughout the fairground. So, too, could her plaintive cry of “Let me CUM!” Between cycles slave missy would collapse against her bars and cry heavily.
As two o’clock approached, the counter on the back wall indicated that missy had endured thirty-seven cycles of punishment by pleasure. There were nine cycles left to go.
William stepped onto the stage. All of the previous shows had started exactly on time, but today he stood and watched the back wall. Almost everyone else was watching missy as she screamed and sobbed and begged for sexual release.
A couple minutes after two, missy’s shuddering cry of “Noooooo!” could be heard. It was no longer a scream, but it still could be heard all the way to the back row of the grandstands. The counters switched to thirty-eight and eight.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” William shouted out. “Welcome to the eleventh and last day of punishment for our wayward terrorist.” He waited for the applause to die away and then continued. “As you can see, today is a day of punishment by pleasure. And today is sponsored by one of the only companies in the world that can provide you with mechanical devices that will give you as much pleasure… … as you can afford. I’m talking about Masters Intimate Devices and here now is the founder, CEO, and chief designer of Masters Intimate Devices, Mister Dominick Masters!”
A very distinguished-looking man in his early thirties walked out onto the stage. Like William, he was wearing a tuxedo. Walking with him was a younger woman in a sweeping white sequined evening gown. A step behind them both walked a naked hairless slave.
“Thank you, William,” he said. He spoke in a cheery, but very precise way. “Before I say anything about my company or our wonderful devices,” he continued, “I want to introduce to you my companions.”
Holding the young woman’s hand, he twirled her so that the gown billowed out slightly as she made a complete revolution. “This,” he said with a smile, “is my lovely wife, Alisha.”
He then pointed to the ground at his feet and the naked slave ran up and knelt where he had pointed. “And this is my corporate– and personal– slave, June.” He held his finger up in the air and twirled it in a small circle. June immediately jumped up and began to slowly rotate with her hands held up in a ballerina pose.
“Notice,” he said, “that there although June has no hair at all on her body, there are no brands of any sort. June is not a judicial or penal slave. June is a contractual slave by her own choice. She is an employee and receives very good remuneration, but would probably have accepted the position just for the sexual pleasure that it gives her. She can leave this arrangement at any time, but stays because she gets as much– if not more– pleasure out of serving me as I get by having her around.”
June returned to her kneeling position at his feet as he continued, “My wife, Alisha, is also a contractual slave of sorts.”
The young woman reached up to do something at her neck and her gown dropped to the stage. The stage lights reflected brightly off the metal of The Lover’s Embrace which she was wearing.
He smiled. “Unlike slave missy,” he said pointing up at the cage, “whose Embrace is in teasing and edging mode, Alisha’s is set for denial.”
Holding the microphone up to her he asked, “How long have you had it on this time?”
“Two weeks, Master,” she replied.
Turning to the crowd, he said, “Don’t worry. In just a few minutes, all of that denial will be more than made up for as Alisha demonstrates for us the epitome of sexual stimulation machines, The Unicorn.”
William stepped up alongside him. “Mister Masters,” he began, “is it true that the book The Perfect Sex Toy is actually the story of how you met Alisha?”
“The book is based on reality,” he answered, “but it, of necessity, dramatizes some of the events.” He laughed. “However, it is much closer to the way things actually happened than the movie which will be out this summer.”
“So there is also a movie?” William asked.
“Yes,” Dominick answered, “the movie is why Alisha and I no longer need to be secretive about my company or our relationship. But we are not here to promote a book or a movie. We are here to demonstrate some of our products.”
William gave a one-handed bow indicating that the stage was his and walked back off stage.
“You have all been given brochures which list most of our devices,” Mister Masters said to the audience. “And there are special offers in those brochures that can be redeemed on line or over the phone. All of the information is there in the brochure. If you go on line, beneath the image of each device is a link which will take you to a video which shows what that device can do.”
He laughed lightly, “I wouldn’t advise clicking on those links from work unless you have a very understanding boss.” He laughed again and added, “Or, like me, you own the company.”
He pointed upward once again and said, “The video of slave missy’s day of punishment by pleasure will also soon be available for free viewing on the website.”
He reached into his pocket and took out a small smart phone. “But you are not watching a video today. You are getting a live demonstration.” He held up the phone. “This is an ordinary smart phone with the proper MID app installed.” He pressed something on the screen. There was a soft click and the front and back plates of Alisha’s metal bottoms sagged open.
June stood and came over to Alisha. She removed both plates and set them on the ground. There was another click and the belt between Alisha’s legs dropped so that it hung from the front. One more click and the waistband hung loose. June removed it and set it on the ground.
“There are a vaginal and an anal dildo which are included with The Lover’s Embrace,” he explained. “They are needed for the teasing and edging mode, but not for the denial mode.” He reached out and lightly stroked Alisha’s ass. Her whole body trembled at the slight touch.